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 I
was excited.

 Oh,
God.

 “It
was a car accident. They say it was a freak accident.”

 I
looked through my teary eyes. “Y-you don't believe that.”

 He
shook his head.

 Shit!
It was him; I just knew it. It was David.

 I
had to go. Get away. Maya needed to be safe.

 “Zee?”
Deanna whispered. She knew what I was thinking.

 I
pushed away from Talon and started back to my house. I spun around to see the
three of them following me; my gaze flicked across Talon on the phone and
Deanna's worried look, until my gaze settled on my brother.

 “Were
you followed?” He was unsure; I could see it. “Fuck, Mattie, were you
followed?”

 “I
don't know.” He looked to the ground. “I don't think so. I was real careful,
Zee.”

 Fuck!
I couldn't risk it. I couldn't.

 “Kitten.”

 Stomping
up the front steps, I flung the door open. I went to the kitchen and grabbed
garbage bags, walked to the living room, and started bagging some of Maya's
toys from her bin in the corner.

 “Kitten?”

 “I
have to go. I have to get out of here. Shit, Maya's at school for her
sleepover. That's all right; I'll go get her. Mattie, you'll come with me. I
can't lose you too—” I broke off on a sob. “How did you find me, Mattie?” I
glanced over my shoulder to see him staring at me in shock.

 He
shook his head. “Jarrod. You remember him?” I nodded; he was a friend of
Mattie's. “He was up this way on a holiday before...before the accident. He saw
you and told me. I've been asking around for you.”

 And
here he was. Even with a different last name, he still found me.

 Fuck.

 There
was a knock at the door. I screamed and dove for the couch. “Get down, get
down,” I whisper-yelled to Deanna and Mattie.

 “Kitten,
it's for me,” Talon said, and answered the door to Griz and three other bikers.
They walked in, stopped, and closed the door. They took in what surrounded them
and then focused on Talon, waiting. For what, I wasn't sure.

 “I
have to go,” I uttered. I wanted to get up, go pack the rest of my stuff, and
flee into the night. But something held me there; my mind was reeling with
unwanted thoughts. I was scared. So, so scared.

 “My
parents are dead.”

 Mattie
and Deanna went to move towards me. I saw tears in Deanna's eyes. She never got
teary. She was one tough wench. Before they could get to me though, Talon moved
in their way and knelt in front of me.

 “Kitten.
I'm sorry.”

 “Don't
say that. You never met them.You could have, maybe one day...but now…I have to
go. I have to move before
he
finds me.” I reached out to his face, and
with the back of my hand, I ran it over his unshaven cheek. “I'll miss you. I
think. No, I will. We won't get to...you know. I think I would have enjoyed
it.”

 Soft
laughter started behind me.

 Talon
smiled. God, he was hot. “There's no thinkin' there, kitten. I'll rock your
world.”

 “Maybe
so. But not now, because I have to go.” Tears filled my eyes again. “They're
gone, Talon.”

 “I
know, sweetheart.”

 “I
have to go.”

 “You
aren't fucking moving,” Deanna shouted.

 I
stood, hands on my hips, and faced her as she stood in the same position on the
other side of the couch. “I have to. You know this, Deanna. You, of all people,
know this.”

 “Blah,
fuckin', blah. You ain'tmovin', bitch. If he comes, we'll take care of it. I'm
sick of you being scared.” She pointed at me. “I hate seeing you always
checkin' your doors, always looking over your shoulder. You will never move on
and root hot-pecker-boy there and live your fuckin' life so you can be happy.”
She took a deep breath. “I'm sick of our past shit catching up,” she yelled.

 “Screw
you.” I screamed back. She jumped the couch and tackled me to the floor.

 “Holy
shit,” I heard Mattie say.

 While
we rolled around, I kept trying to make my point. “He'll come, muffin head.
He'll come and kill everyone I love. He'll take Maya and me away. We'll suffer
for the rest of our lives.”

 “Not
gonna fuckin' happen,” Deanna hissed.

 “Griz,”
Talon growled. Then I was lifted up, and was held against a strong chest, by
strong, sexy arms. As was Deanna, only she was struggling against Griz's grip
on her. She didn't have a chance; and because she was pissed, she was missing
out on the feel of Griz against her. Which would probably piss her off even
more.

 “I
will not let him hurt you. I'll kill him first,” she said.

 “I
can't risk it, Deanna. I'm more worried what he'll do to you, to Maya, Mattie
and—” I looked over my shoulder at Talon, who seemed angry about something. “I
won't let any harm come to any of you; and if I can stop that by leaving, I
will do it.”

 “The
fuck you will,” she sneered.

 “Yeah?
I get it, Deanna. I get you're some tough bitch. You think you can take him,
but I won't let you. I need you around. I care about you too much.”

 “Care
on this, loose lips.” She gave me the finger.

 “Screw.
You. Again.” I glared.

 “You
wish.”

 “Holy
fuck, boss! They're both Wildcats,” one guy said from near the door.

 “Enough!”
Talon snapped, and something in his tone had Deanna and me pause our argument.
“Both of you shut the fuck up.”

 “Eat—”
Deanna was about to swear until Griz placed his hand over her mouth and
whispered something in her ear. Her eyes widened; he took his hand away and
stepped back.

 I
turned in Talon's arms and glowered at him. “Don't you dare tell me to shut
up.”

 “I
will if you're being an idiot.”

 “Idiot
this, dick-for-brains.” I went to punch him; he dodged it and grabbed me around
the waist, blocking my arms at my sides.

 “Do
that again and there will be consequences.”

 “Yeah,
like what?”

 He
moved his head, his lips at my ear and whispered, “My tongue in your mouth; my
hand down your pants in front of everyone, and still, you'll enjoy it.”

 I
gulped. Hot damn! I'd gone from terribly upset, scared, angry and annoyed to
wet in a second. How did he do that?

 He
pulled back and looked down at my face; what he saw made him smile. “Yeah, just
what I thought.” He pointed to the couch. “Now sit the fuck down, both of you,
and start explaining.”

 My
brain—that had been in overdrive with fear—must have shut down, because I sat
and listened to him without saying anything back.

D
amn him and his hot alpha words. They'd gone and turned me into a
horny puddle; right now all I could think about was having his sexy hand down
my pants.

 Shit! I'm staring at his hand. Look away, Zara, look away.

 Was
he right? Had this—us been a long time coming? All those morning glances,
teasing words, and flaming, wild wet dreams.

 Yep,
I guess it had. But the thing was—it was too late. Now I had to leave, to stay
safe and keep others protected.

 Which
could be good in the end for me, it'd also keep my heart in one piece.

 I
wanted to hurl, to just chuck my guts up. I wanted to cry, scream, and have
sex.

 Could
anyone make sense of that? Because I couldn't.

 My
heart and stomach clenched.

 Oh,
God...my parents.

 Maya.

 Deanna.

 Mattie.

 Talon's
hand.

 Stuff
it…that just popped in there, again.

 I
placed my head in my hands and shook it. What was wrong with me? Maybe I was
losing my ever-lovin' mind. Yes. It was either that, or I was dreaming; if so,
what a stuffed up dream!

 "Kitten."

 Nope.
Not dreaming.

 I
peeked out of one eye, which brought me face to face with Talon's jean-clad
perfect pecker.

 Shit!

 "You."
I sat up straight and pointed at him. "You need to leave; you're a
distraction and I need to have a break down."

 Deanna
snorted beside me. I'd forgotten she was there and that I had other company of
scrum-diddly-umptious bikers.

 How
in the hell could there be so many good-looking men in Talon's club?

 Wait,
maybe he interviewed them, and when they walked in, he'd snap his fingers and
say, 'Nuh- uh, you ain't smokin'; you can't join.'

 See!
See where my mind goes when there was too much pressure?

 "Kitten,"
Talon said again with more of a growl.

 God,
I hope I hadn't looked like a zombie, off in a daze, thinking about Talon and
his weird ways of men joining his group.

 Deanna
sighed loudly and said, "Oh, for fuck’s sake! Leave her alone; she's had
some big shocks in such a small amount of time, and her pea brain is trying to
handle it. Also it doesn't help you standing there all manly, but whining at
her like an old woman."

 I
loved Deanna!

 So
I told her just that, "I love you, Deanna."

 She
smiled. "Yeah, yeah. I'm all roses and chocolates, and vibrators about you
too, hun."

 "Fuckin'
hell. It's like talking to two deranged children." Talon glared at the
both of us, causing laughter from the male stripper group near the front door.
Okay, not strippers, but a woman could easily dream up a lap dance from any or
all of them.

 "Hey,"
I snapped a little late.

 "At
least they're good looking," one of the strippers commented—
bikers,
Zara, bik
ers
.

 I
really must meet them all one day. Hold up—one day could never come. At least I
could be hospitable now.

 I
stood from the couch and faced them. "Sorry, guys. I should have asked
this ages ago. Would anyone like a drink? Or, oh, what about a cookie? Everyone
loves cookies. I can get more chairs too; I hate seeing people standing when
I've been sitting my lard-ass down."

 No
one said anything; their gazes were fixed on Talon.

 "We're
fine."

 I
looked to Griz.

 "Thanks,"
he added.

 "Huh,
I wouldn't have minded a cookie," the youngest and closest one uttered.

 Well,
at least I could make my brother more comfortable. I felt bad he'd been witness
to all this.

 I
turned to Mattie, who was sitting in a kitchen chair near the doorway, looking
very confused, a little shocked, and a lot worried. "Mattie, what can I
get you? You must be hungry? When was the last time you ate? I know; I can go
set up the spare room bed."

 Because
it seemed I wasn't going to be allowed to leave tonight.

 Right!
That was it. I stomped my foot because Mattie hadn't once looked at me; his
gaze was also fixed on Talon.

 I
spun back around to Talon. “You suck!” With my hands on my hips, I glared at
him.

 He
looked to the roof and sighed deeply. Probably praying for patience to deal
with me. Well, suffer in your tighty-whitey jocks Talon.

 There
was a knock at the door. A squeak escaped me and I went to dive for the couch,
until a hand reached out and pulled me to a rock solid, drool worthy, body.
Talon wrapped his arms around me and nodded to...

 “Pick,
open it,” Talon ordered.

 Pick?
Pick? What kind of name was that?

 Something
to think about later.

 Pick,
with the shaved head, goatee, and pale blue eyes, nodded and turned to open the
door.

 I
breathed a sigh of relief and unclenched my hands from Talon's black tee when I
spotted Blue, the only other member I knew of Talon's men. He'd been kind
enough to help me unload my car one day after I'd been crazy shopping with
Deanna. He was the only other one I found it hard to not stare at. Anyone with
a humming passage would cream their pants if Blue came at them with his large
muscles, skin-tight shirts, black leather pants, and biker boots. To top the
look off, he had longish blond hair, light green eyes, and a smile that made my
panties want to fall off and follow him everywhere.